All Chapters of Mated to the triplet alpha princes: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Norman's POVThe ride back to the mansion felt like an eternity. My hand, still clenched from the confrontation, throbbed dully. I could still hear the venom in Elder Thomas’s voice, the way he spat out the word “slave” like a curse. Slave. The very thought made my stomach churn. Riley, my own wife, the woman I've come to love, subjected to such blatant disrespect. A wave of fury, cold and sharp, washed over me.I snuck a glance at her. She sat beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing buildings, pale and bearing no expression. She seemed composed, but I knew her well enough to see the tight set of her jaw, the slight tremor in her hands. I wanted to reach for her, to pull her close, to offer some comfort, but I hesitated. My outburst at the court… had it been the right thing to do? I’d defended her, yes, but had I made things worse? Had I painted a target on her back?The guilt gnawed at me. I should have been there. I should have anticipated their hostility, their prejudice. I shou

Norman's POVAs I stepped out of the palace hall, the weight of my conversation with my father still lingered in my chest. His words weren’t harsh, but they held something heavier than scolding—expectation. He didn’t care about Riley’s past, her bloodline, or the court’s noise. All he wanted to know was if I truly wanted her… and if I was ready to face everything that would come with choosing her.I had answered him without hesitation. Yes. Every single time, it was a yes. And to think he had only laughed when I told him about Damon and Kirk also having eyes for Riley totally irks me. I knew he must have heard about the issue but I still deemed it reasonable telling him, but he only laughed it off. But knowing him, he'd still think about the whole issue sometimes later—when alone. He wasn't foolish, far from it. He was the wisest person I've ever known, that was the way he had kept the kingdom together.I walked down the palace steps with a quiet hope that Riley was still by the garde

Riley's POVAfter Kirk left the room, I lay sprawled on the bed, flipping through the pages of a book. I couldn't continue with my drawing because my attention was already divided, that was why I resorted to reading. And quite frankly, reading helped take my mind off the things Kirk had said, at least for that point in time. The book I was reading was mostly about how the northern kingdom came to be, and I was quite amazed about some of the things I read. I must have been so drowned in the book that I didn't notice time had moved so fast, not until I heard the familiar sound of the door opening. My heart leapt with joy. Norman was back. I jumped up and rushed to greet him."You're home!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace.He chuckled, returning the hug. "Missed me that much, huh?"I nodded, pulling back to look at him. "How was the meeting?"He sighed, loosening his tie. "Surprisingly productive. The investors from the other packs were more receptive than I

Riley's POVThe sleek black car purred to a stop in front of the grand edifice of the club. My heart hammered against my ribs, a nervous rhythm that echoed the throbbing bass emanating from within the building. This was it. My first club experience, and I was a bundle of nerves. Norman's driver, an hefty man named Mikhail, quickly stepped out from the car. He came to my side of the car and opened the door. I nodded in appreciation, a small smile on my lips. He wasn't the regular driver that drives Norman, he seems new. I haven't seen him around much.He was back in the car after I waved him goodbye. Soon, the car pulled away, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk, a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. The dress I’d chosen, a simple but elegant sapphire blue sheath, suddenly felt inadequate, too plain amidst the glittering throng of people streaming towards the entrance. My palms grew clammy, and I took a deep breath, trying to channel Norman’s confidence. He'd promised he'd

Riley's POVThe thumping bass of the club vibrated through the plush velvet couch, right up into my bones, but it did nothing to ease the tight knot of anxiety in my stomach. Kirk, seem to be having fun, a smug grin plastered on his face. I felt like an exhibit, perched awkwardly on the edge of the expensive seating in this noisy, ostentatious VIP section. Norman was late. Terribly late.My fingers, slightly damp, fumbled with the clasp of my clutch. For what felt like the dozenth time, I pulled out my phone and redialed Norman’s number. Each ring echoed the growing panic in my chest. It went straight to voicemail. Again. "Norman, it's Riley," I whispered into the phone, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to ignore the curious glances from Kirk’s companions. "I'm still at the club. Where are you? I… I’m starting to get worried. Kirk is being… well, Kirk. Please, just call me back." I ended the call with a sigh that felt heavy with unspoken fears. He’d promised he’d be here. He’d